#bash
The snowy branches
of a cherry blossom eased
by the turn of Spring.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
They say I am the wrong size...
And have things to say about my body...
They say it...and leave...
But do their words leave?
"Can't you see your clothes don't fit in anymore!"
" Oh! you are eating that..."
"Umm...you look fat today!"
It seems funny to them to compare me to different animals...
What do they want!?
I don't get it...should I stop eating?
Should I get insecure about my body like thousands of other girls of my age?
Should I throw up...and then one day end up in a hospital?
They say I am the wrong size...
Then what is the right size?
A thin waist...a lean figure...
They even say ,"everyone is different."
smirks
But...do they really mean it?
Words are said to insult my body...
Every single word attacks like poisonous arrows...
they let out of their bows.
And it kills something inside me.
They say I am the wrong size...
Then...what's up with that!? huh!
I love the way I am...
I appreciate my curves...as they are mine...
And today...all I wanna do is-
Appreciate my little heart...
For taking all of that
As I can't let myself down.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 1:30 AM UTC
I’m singing my tune
cause it’s a great afternoon.
All these bad thoughts have me immune
so let’s blow up a balloon
and live like we’re in a cartoon.
There’s no time for a prune,
let’s have a big commune
at least the size of a platoon
and take ourselves to a nice saloon.
from there we’ll hit the lagoon
then maybe chill by the dune
where I just might swoon
from thinking this is too good to be true.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
staying here
let me
upstanding to
trust my
asterisk that
mark my
note with
tarter that
laughter brings
my heart
that champaign
pours from
art tonight
that exercise
my right
to express
delisted delight
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
What year is it in Mississippi?
Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
You’d think in the 21st century,
We’d be able to tell time well.
Talking slow and taking it slow is okay
At least for most of the time
But there’s a big difference in drawling what you say,
And never reaching your prime
What year is it in Mississippi?
I don’t think it has its own zone.
Surely it’s impossible for the entire state
To have their watches on loan.
What year is it in Mississippi?
They seem so hopelessly behind,
Most other states quickly recognize
That her flag is hatred-lined.
What year is it in Mississippi?
Sorry, but I have to ask,
First in everything bad, and last in anything good,
To even tie with another state seems an impossible task.
Because when you act like you’re still in the past,
You’re going to keep being last.
And passed.
And bashed.
And masked.
And trashed.
No one thinks it’s hopeless yet
Or that the whole state is obscene,
I just hate to break it to Mississippi
That it is 2015.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Those people who thinks of themselves as the ultimate
Thinking that they are those who create
A world without even a single flaw
For they bark and scratch you with a claw
As if you're the most putrid human they've seen
As if this phase was a place they've never been
If I may remind you
You became a newbie once too
So don't talk to me as if
You became the GREATEST
In just a blink of an eye
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC